How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

"Stop running, you can't escape. Tell me, what is your purpose in becoming a bodyguard in secret?"

Li Muyun shifted his body, his feet gliding as he slowly descended from the air. His fingertips intertwined and changed, unleashing a binding array that had already sealed off the girl's other escape routes.

"You're actually a formation master?"

The demon girl was somewhat surprised, her pretty face showing as she gazed with astonishment at the faint, ethereal threads in the air.

Although it was a thin thread, it was strong and resilient, difficult to break, and blocked many of her paths.

"Stop with the nonsense. What are you doing here? How did you end up all the way from the Tang Dynasty?"

Li Muyun's aura surged as he asked questions, his imposing presence undiminished, wary of the girl's attacks.

"Hmph, didn't you also come all the way from the Tang Dynasty? You're asking me, so tell me first!"

The demon girl gave a soft snort, put her hands on her hips, and stared at Li Muyun without any fear.

Li Muyun was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding who had arrested whom, but the reason for it was something he absolutely could not reveal.

"Then what are your true intentions in secretly becoming a guard?"

"What's it to you?"

"My brother is the Ninth Prince. What's wrong with me arresting you!"

Li Muyun's brows furrowed, his aura burst forth, and the fierce sword intent of Devouring Heaven swept out from behind him, as if he were about to charge out at any moment.

"Hmph! If you want to fight, then fight! Stop talking nonsense! Do you think I'm easily scared?"

Seeing Li Muyun's fierce and aggressive demeanor, the demon girl suddenly stomped her foot, unleashing her powerful demonic aura.

Suddenly, a series of dazzling moon wheels condensed, hanging high in the sky, and charged towards Li Muyun.

Li Muyun's sword intent suddenly deepened, and the Devouring Heaven Sword Light was extremely fierce, splitting into countless sword energies that hummed and exploded, swirling like a beaded curtain as they burst forth.

The demon girl was ghostly and incredibly agile, dodging and weaving through the dense rain of sword light, leaning back to avoid sweeping sword energy, her fox ears brushing against the sword's edge.

During the intervals between dodging, she kept moving closer to Li Muyun, her soft sword at her waist flashing with sword flowers, like a long snake that was spitting out its tongue, dark and deadly.

"Young master, what a cruel heart you have, what a sharp sword you wield, showing not a shred of pity..."

The demon girl chuckled softly, her boundless charm radiating outwards.

In a flash, the desolate village courtyards around Li Muyun were suddenly filled with many delicate figures, each one charming and beautiful, their bodies lying prostrate.

The sweet aroma filled his nostrils, and Li Muyun's wrist, holding the sword, suddenly felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and his mental strength instantly collapsed.

But the next moment, the Heaven-Devouring Creation Sword unfurled against the wind, its devouring power suddenly condensing out, forcefully breaking through the alluring spell with its sword core.

Li Muyun's sword aura suddenly became violent like thunder, with cyan-purple lightning crackling around the sword. Thunder magic and sword aura roared out, with thunder contained within the sword and sword within the thunder. The frail figures around him suddenly exploded.

Seeing such ruthless and decisive actions, the demon girl was taken aback.

This sword cultivator's sword heart is so clear and pure, and he is ruthless and merciless, completely unaffected by any illusions.

Her thoughts raced, and the demon girl suddenly pulled out a pale moon blade from her bosom. The blade emitted a cold light, as pale and terrifying as a grave under the moonlight, and charged forward with a deep sense of resentment.

"clang!"

The sword blade struck the moon blade horizontally, and the power of devouring suddenly condensed and emerged, swallowing and dissolving the boundless surging resentment.

The demon girl exclaimed in surprise, her two arched eyebrows furrowed, and she suddenly bit her fingertip and smeared it on the soft sword, instantly covering the blade with a layer of frost.

This swordsman's sword is incredibly domineering and wondrous; it can even withstand her Blade of Resentment.

If we don't use some real methods, we probably really won't be able to deal with him!

White mist swirled around the soft sword, and the aura of frost permeated the air. The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and withered vines and old trees were frozen into ice sculptures.

The demon girl suddenly unleashed her demonic energy, which surged and spread, swirling around the cold light, transforming into nine crescent-shaped, icy blades that slashed fiercely towards Li Muyun.

Li Muyun's brows furrowed, and he suddenly activated the Overbearing Triple Transformation. Silver-white energy surged out, the Devouring Heaven Sword's light swirled, and with a tap of his toes, boundless sword power collided with the crescent moon, exploding into a blinding white light.

A blinding white light shot out, and many withered trees in the vicinity exploded and shattered on the ground.

The demon girl chuckled seductively twice, then seized the opportunity to lunge forward, her soft sword coiling around Li Muyun's neck like a venomous snake.

The seemingly delicate and boneless sword is coated with a layer of dark, malevolent poison, as if it were waiting to devour its prey.

Li Muyun spun around to dodge the sword's edge, his left hand forming a hand seal, and lightning roared and gathered in his palm, slamming down on the demon girl's shoulder.

The moment the lightning in her palm erupted, the demon girl suddenly opened her mouth and let out a delicate whimper, sounding like a fox or a weasel, with a mournful tone.

A ghostly voice suddenly resounded, and his spiritual senses were filled with the roar of ten thousand horses. The sound waves made his ears and nose tremble, and the lightning in his palms went out of bounds.

It only singed a few strands of hair on her sideburns.

"Hehehe, why does the young master seem so weak and listless?!"

The demon girl, having gained an advantage, chuckled mockingly, leaping backward and taking the opportunity to throw out several pink talismans, spewing out a lot of pink mist, alluring and mesmerizing.

Li Muyun's face was ashen, the shockwaves in his mind still lingering. Standing amidst the pink mist, his blood surged, and his arm gripping the Devouring Creation Sword trembled involuntarily.

This vixen does seem to have some tricks up her sleeve.

He underestimated her at first; he didn't expect this demoness to have so many tricks up her sleeve, making her quite troublesome.

Li Muyun shook his head and gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

Ultimately, he was too careless. He was bewitched by her alluring figure and thought that she was just a woman, and a demon at that, so her strength couldn't possibly be that great.

Only then did he stop exerting force.

Having figured this out, Li Muyun narrowed his eyes slightly, and his Buddha-Demon Heart began to pound and surge. The pink smoke drifted away before his eyes like sandstorms.

The once beautiful and charming scene has now turned into pink skeletons, weathered into sand, and scattered away.

"Hmm? You woke up so quickly?"

The demon girl in the distance was astonished to see Li Muyun regain his senses.

Is this guy even a man? How could he possibly regain his senses so quickly after being subjected to her series of seductive charms?

Something's not right.

The demon girl was startled for the first time, and looked at the sword cultivator opposite her with surprise and uncertainty.

The seductive arts she cultivated were not merely about male-female lust and the desire for sexual intercourse, but rather about primal impulses and the art of lust etched into her very bones.

How can this be broken...?

She suddenly felt a little depressed, and her demonic power surged wildly again. A white disc appeared in her hand and floated into the air. As the white disc swayed and echoed, she formed a hand seal and summoned a phantom of the moon wheel.

The moon disc, about ten feet in diameter, spun rapidly. Under the blessing of the moon, the white disc seemed to be draped in a mysterious and melancholic veil, gathering and accumulating power. It appeared plain, but its aura was extremely strong.